Nora
Nora sat on the porch, rocking, as she stared blindly toward the street. Memories, both good and bad, of her childhood flitted through her mind, mostly of the times she’d spent with her grandmother when she was little and her father was on the road.
As a child, she’d never noticed that Grams had been different, or her father, for that matter. To her, she’d always been the smiling, robust woman with the bright blue eyes and silvery black hair always tied back in a loose bun. The kind and loving woman whom she used to dance and sing with, the person who had always encouraged her to speak her mind and not let anyone push her around. She’d tried teaching her the importance of being independent and brave, and to live life without regret. Unfortunately, Grams had preached it, but had neve
